Disclaimer- I don't own Inuyasha- But I do own this story line!! And kouga is staying with me for the next few chapters.
Kouga- Oi. What am I? Your Muse?
SS- You are Kouga. And you're staying here till I say so! HMPH.
Kouga- :growls:
Faye- … On with the story yes? Oh and btw- this story is kind of, oddly written. Thoughts are in Italics, some of them at least. Enjoy!
So there I was, minding my own damn business, eating a, crap, I can't even remember, but it tasted good. Moving on, I was eating something tasty and I met him. Picture this, a tall, sexy guy with the brightest hazel, almost gold eyes and the longest damn white hair. (Yes, I said white, ill explain in due time. Anyways- moving on) Cascading down his muscular back and chest, contrasting to tight dark maroon shirt all the way down to his tight little ass in a pair of black leather pants I don't even think I could fit into. It seemed he took good care of the hair mind you, I was quite jealous (still am now that I think about it). So yeah, anyways, where was I? Oh.
So I'm eating this tasty food, I think it was a hotdog loaded with relish, probably, I'm not entirely sure, and he comes up, trips, and spills his drink on me!
Not the greatest first encounter, but an encounter to say the least. So here I am, in my favorite white tank shirt, sitting on my favorite bench in the towns square, and there is grape soda all over me!! GRAPE STAINS! And so the story begins.
"Aw SHIT" and he looks down at the purple fluid dripping down my shirt, some of its sliding down my face like purple tears, shrugs and then just walks, just like that, away from me, leaving me with those few, moving words. I guess he thinks he's gonna just get away with that, I think not. Actually, I know not!
"Oi, super star boy! Thanks for the extra order of DRANK, an apology would be..." THE NERVE OF THIS ASS. He IGNORES ME. I was TOTALLY getting ready to go into my angry PMS rant mode and this, JERK, for lack of a better word, is walking away, after covering me in his beverage, not even knowing who I am, for Kami's sake I could have been a homicidal maniac, a loony toon on the lose, a suicidal handicapped chick, and does it matter to him?
OBVIOULSY NOT. If I was any of those things, what just happened could have been the damn straw that broke the camels back, get my dig? He turned around the corner and then it was done. He was gone, and was left, sopping wet in sweet Grape Fanta about to break something, or someone.
After this moron, hot moron mind you, but still a moron, was out of my sight (I was too stunned to follow him as he CONTINUED to walk away) I went to the nearest bathroom and took in the damage. Yep. Shirt looked screwed. Probably stain if I didn't get it home soon enough and in the wash with extra bleach and a nice touch of anger.
I stopped for a pack of smokes on the way back to my humble abode (HAHA, yeah anyways) So, I grab my pack of smokes and start heading home. After a long walk (not really, I only live about three blocks from the square) I finally reacheW my place of residence. Nice little apartment in Eagles Landing, one bedroom 2 bath, with a decent kitchen. Wonderful balcony if I do so say myself. By now I was feeling pretty good, the walk helped ease my mind for a bit, and I did look foward to grabbing a book and heading out to my favortie chair to relax for a while. That was of course before I noticed there was an eviction notice on the door. Onigumo, the landlord, likes to screw with us underage tenants and puts these damn things on our doors at least once a month. Still seems to piss me off everytime. I ripped it off and jammed my seventh apartment key (I'm carless and lose shit, sue me) into the cheap lock I bought myself a while back when my was destroyed by me, feeling angry...
I walked in only to notice a nice little pile of stinky goo on the floor by my couch. Yupp, QuegQueg did it again. I HATE dog sitting my brothers pug puppy. Don't get me wrong, she's cute, but I like large HOUSE TRAINED dogs. I go through hell with this little one!
I walk this bitch (literally, ha-ha...yeah never mind...) at least twice every two hours, yet, she still manages to leave me a present, without fail, everyday. Flippin' annoying little cute button nose flat faced wrinkly mutt!
Anyways- before I get anymore into my little tale, I should probably tell you about myself yes? Don't wanna hear it? Well, I don't care and I'm writing it anyways. I've got to do something while getting the laundry ready anyways.
To start off I'm nineteen years old, I not a big fan of school school or work, I'm about 5'6'' and I'm your typical gal. I grew up in a shrine with my gramps, Ma and little bro Souta in Japan. I look pretty normal, minus the fact half my head is shaven, my Ma likes to say I have more piercings then a pin cushion (even though I only have two, not counting my ears), and tattoos became one of my favorite things when my old roommate started working at Rouge, the tattoo and piercing shop down the street. So yeah, that's about it, well, I also happen to have half the rainbow in my hair. What? I dig color. One would know that if they peeked in my closet or makeup drawer. So that about sums me up- ONWARD.
Did I mention I'm overly sarcastic and I tend to be quite cynical? Need not mention it again I believe.
I felt tugging at my jeaned leg, only to look down and see QuegQueg, now lapping at my yellow doc martins. She's probably hungry, little buttmuncher.
After I pick up your shit, I MIGHT feed you. Hell, maybe if I stop feeding it, it would stop shitting on my brand new carpet, because then it would have nothing in its little tummy yes? Aw hell. I couldn't do that. I'm too nice after all. Screw you, human compassion!
3 hours later.
I was still sitting at my laptop, staring at a very blank screen. I wanted to read but noooo, Ive got work to do...I start to wonder if I stare long enough, something epic might just appear which I would sell to a great publishing company and become rich! What? A girl can always dream.
So here I am again, trying to write, something, anything!! Ugh. I supposed to be a journalist for a little campus newsmagazine called Underground Press, not very underground if you ask me. I figure I suck at doing my job. Once upon a time, I thought it'd be cool, fighting the good fight through the press! But then again, nothing ever turns out like you thought it would. This, of course, wereone of the things that happened to bite me in the ass real fast.
We arent even allowed to mention anything about how horrid some of teachers are, or how the school colors might represent the Colombian flag... Not that it matters, tiny worthless rants, harmless if you ask me, but I guess saying anything of the sort is out of order, and can get your wanna be punk rock superstar ass in jail for liability. How? I really don't know, I just heard once this kid Naraku supposedly snuck in an article about this one professor and how it was believed she smoked weed in her early teen days and BAM. There goes the lock, and up the pigs ass goes the keys. Poor Naraku, he was probably just trying to let the students know that our teachers were once semi-human... so much for trying to fill the gap between us kiddies and our slave drivers. Wait, did I say slave drivers? I meant to say our education gods, our helping hands to our bright futures, blah blah and flippin' blah, I'm making myself sick. Let's purge in the bathroom yes? Then again, not all teachers are bad... Ive had quite a few good ones.
So yeah, back to reality. I have to write a 700 word article about something to do with the music scene around our area. Hm. What are my options?
New jazz player from our school just got signed... I could bring that up... yeah...think ill go with that one.
10 minutes later.
"..."
Score-
Cigarettes: 2
Kagome: 0
Can't come up with jack, don't even remember the kid's name. Ugh. I think ill go get hit by a bus or car or something, then if I'm in the hospital...
2 hours later in the E.R.
Yupp. My bright idea worked. I really did it. Except I didn't think the car would break three of my wondrous ribs, nor would the driver be my now number one target on my mental hit list.
That's right. His name is Inuyasha, the ass who spilt his soda on me. How did I get his name? After He was kind enough to pick up my broken self and drag me to the nearest hospital. He, I guess, had the sudden urge to leave his name with the nurse and took off. I could prolly sue him...
Maybe not, he kind of saw me run in front of his car purposely, as did a couple of other people now that I think about it. and he did happen to bring me to the hospital... Hell, if I had known it was him I wouldn't have done it. At least I wouldn't have run in front of his car, but someone else's. It was gonna happen though. I had made up my mind, getting hit by a car was the only solution. Maybe not... but it was the only one I could think of before I went really insane... But the car being his?
Kami's sick humor I suppose. I don't believe in coincidence, or else I would have thought this was some sort of sign.
Asshole and I were meant to meet, yes? Holy Hell. I hope not. WHY AM I SO ANGRY?
Well, I am still sitting in a hospital bed, not so comfy, with tight bandages around my ribs, craving a cigarette more then a supermodel craves a slice of bread.
So yeah, this is awesome. Maybe if I stay here I wont have to get that article in after all… I happen to have one hell of an excuse. Plus, I think I just helped out our staff with some new material. I can see it now- "Crazy girl leaps in front of silver Honda" right above- "Football team finally gets a touchdown!"
Maybe I have a concussion.
Where the hell did that nurse go?
End of Chapter one.
So guys, this started as an original story, but I decided to try and make a fanfiction, since I tend to read so much of it and I am quite in love with the characters of Inuyasha.. (along with some other animes, so I might make a little crossover in here at some point…) But yeah- Like I was saying, this is quite different to most of the fanfiction I have read, at least Kagome is, which is how I kinda want it, so please give me feedback! Flames if you must, all is wanted- :) Thank you- and until the next chapter!
Kouga- Woman. Have you even started the next chapter?
SS- … Maybe...
Faye- I really can't see Kagome with half a shaved head!
Kouga- Its not really half shaved … its kinda buzzed, looks kinda cool though.
SS- :scuttling away before Kouga asks again:
Kouga- WOMAN! :chases after SpookyShika:
Faye- Well uhm. Hm. R/R please! :watches as house gets destroyed: My lord. :sighs: